No sane person could believe the monstrous things he had told her.
Outside, he made a few steps and then stopped Elettra, laying his emaciated hand upon her shoulder.

He looked behind him and saw that they were alone in the passage.
"Take care of your mistress, my daughter," he said.

"Naples is not Muro, but it is no better.

Let her eat what others eat, drink what others drink, and take no medicines except from you, and make her lock her door at night.

This is not a good house." The dark woman looked at him fixedly for several seconds, and then nodded twice.
"It is well that you have told me, Father Curate," she said in a low voice.